Caleb´s POV
The night wind howled among the gravestones of the Bloodhowl cemetery, a lament that seemed an echo of my own inner conflict. Mara stood before me, her ebony skin naked and gleaming under the full moon, her offer hanging in the air like a sentence.
“Marry me, Caleb,” she had said, her voice a desperate whisper. “Join me, and save Bloodhowl.”
Her resemblance to Eva had struck me like a punch, her figure a ghost of what I had lost, but I knew giving in would be a betrayal not only of her memory but of everything I had built in Silver Creek. Nellie, my Hil, with her pale skin and her smile that lit up my world, was my present, my future. I couldn’t come back to this place of pain.
“No, Mara,” I repeated, my voice firm despite the chaos in my mind. Sigvar growled, his instinct
